- - { ηαмє } - -
"The name's Rebecca, thanks for asking. I know, I know, its a horrible name. I really don't like it, either. Just call me Becca, or, Blaize. That's my middle name. Strange one, huh? Oh well, we all have that one weird name, I guess. And then there's my last name. Manosry. Well, that one kinda just came with the family. Not much to tell you there."
- - { αgє } - -
"I'm 19. My birthday is on July 4th- And before you say it, yes, I'm aware. Red, white, and blue. America's birthday. Great, I know. I share a birthday with a piece of land..."
- - { gєη∂єя } - -
"Honestly, if you can't tell that I'm a girl, then you need to get your eyes checked and your head screwed back on right."
- - { ρєяѕσηαℓιту } - -
"Well, uh, I'm not really sure how to describe myself. I guess I can tell you what other people have told me I'm like, though. My friend Sarah has told me I'm fiery, hot-headed, tomboyish, and pugnacious. Not really sure what half of those words mean, but whatever. My old probation officer, Ms. Williams, had told me I'm tough, assertive, headstrong, sarcastic, and impatient. I told my brother Issac about what the others had said about me, and he said they were right. But he also said I can sometimes be paitent, calm, quiet, and focused. Mostly when I'm training with the dogs. But outside of that, I have a poor grasp of the damage I can cause, and my immaturity and lack of forethought often lead me to disrespect those around me. I doesn't keep friends very well, but I do have a few that's stuck with me for awhile. My ex boyfriend Avery says it's because of my good sense of humor and enthusiasm, and a vulnerable teenage charm- whatever that means."
- - { нιѕтσяу } - -
"I come from Hazen, North Dakota. I was born during a fire. Yeah, my mom is really old fashioned, and insisted on having me naturally at home. No doctors, no nothing. Gosh, she's so ridiculous. It was firework season- the Fourth of July, I mean. And we just happened to live next to an airport. It was a little one, though. No Continental or International flights there. It was more of a small, personal one you could say. And it was kinda cool to have right in my backyard. Anyways, the people who owned it do fireworks off the runway every year for Fourth of July, but in the year I was born, a few stray fireworks got caught in one of the trees that rested up against my house. Long story short, my house caught fire literally minutes after I was born, and so was also born my middle name. We had to evacuate, and when the fire finally smoked itself out, the damage was too great. We couldn't go back. We found a house in downtown Hazen, and thats where I've lived ever since. I was a wild child. I never followed the rules, and always got into some sort of trouble. Thats actually how I got into the whole police business. After I was found breaking into a house at the age sixteen with a few of my friends while, as the judge stated it, under-the-influence, she cut me some slack and sent me to, like, a bunch of hours of community service. My probation officer suggested the K-9 unit, and I've been doing it ever since."
- - { ∂єѕ¢яιρтιση } - -
"As you can probably already tell, the most striking part of my look is my red hair- because it isn't just, like, orange-red. It's scarlet red. And its been like that for a few years now. I'm white, or Caucasian- whatever you call it. I'm 5'5, and if you dare ask how much I weigh you better be prepared to die. Hm, what else? I have goldish-brown eyes that are brown on the outside and as you go further in towards my pupil it fades to gold. Its a pretty cool color mix, actually. Haven't met anyone else with the same thing. I also have a tattoo on my right shoulder. My favorite holiday is Halloween, so I got a haunted house-looking thing on there. Its actually very nicely done, and I like it a lot."
- - { ℓσνє ℓιƒє } - -
"Hmm, love life? Well, I don't have anyone in mind for liking right now, because I don't know really any guys here yet. I have an ex, Avery Johnson, but I found out he was cheating on me with someone else, so I ended it the beginning of sophomore year. What I want in a guy? Well, I don't really know, I guess. I want someone who wants me for me, someone who will really care about me. But they can't be dull! I want someone exciting, because I get bored easily. They have to be able to keep up with me."
- - { ∂σgѕ } - -
"Well, I've always had a thing for big dogs. Even when I was little, I somehow convinced my dad to get a St. Bernard named Jackson. Dang, I loved that dog. I think he's what ignited my love for huge dogs.
Right now, I have two amazing dogs. Diablo and Bree. I've had my little baby Bree for a few years now. Got her back while I was working in Hazen. I trained her up from the time she was just a pup, and she became my first dog that I ever got to officially handle.
And then there's Diablo, the loner. I got him when I first came to Oakland, and right from the start I knew he would be a challenge. He's detached, very serious. I've tried to liven him up a little, and I think even a few times he's actually made one of those doggie smiles. But other than that, he's kinda hopeless at the moment. But don't worry, I like a challenge. He'll come around. You'll see."
- - { яαηк } - -
"I am a Handler. I started at sixteen as a Trainer, as my community service for that whole screw up incident. But even after I payed my debt to society, I stayed and continued working with the dogs. They just grew on me, the dumb adorable things. I was bumped up to Handler once I hit eighteen, and it was legal for me to go out on the streets. I've been doing this officially for one year now, and I can't imagine of doing anything else."
- - { σтнєя } - -
Told you I would join, Sydney. <3
- - { Name } - -
Bree
- - { Age } - -
Three
- - { Gender } - -
Female
- - { Description } - -
Bree is a lean, fast, Female Dutch Shepard. She weighs around fifty pounds, and is twenty-three inches tall. Her coat is a strange mix of midnight black and dark chocolate brown, with beautiful hazel colored eyes to pull it all together. Her fur is, unlike the average Dutch Shepard's, relativity long and rough with no curls or waves. There defiantly had to be some seriousness behind her breeding to get a dog to look like Bree.
- - { Personality } - -
Bree is a relativity nice dog, and knows when to be gentle and cautious. But she is also hyperactive and hardheaded- which is probably why she and Becca work so well together. They're exactly alike, even down to their need for action. Bree always needs something to do, or else she can become accidentally destructive. She's very protective and defiantly a fighter, and always wants to be in charge of everything. Becca always has to work to keep her in focused, and though she wouldn't be considered a bad dog, she's defiantly a brat sometimes.
- - { History } - -
Bree was picked up at the Hazen Animal Shelter back in North Dakota when she was around six months old. The department was in need of dogs, because their last operation meant the loss of many others. Becca was Bree's first and only trainer, and they've been together ever since.
- - { Trainer } - -
Rebecca Blaize Manosry
- - { Handler } - -
Rebecca Blaize Manosry
- - { Breed } - -
Dutch Shepard
- - { Other } - -
Ehh, nope!
- - { Name } - -
Diablo
- - { Age } - -
Five
- - { Gender } - -
Male
- - { Description } - -
Diablo is a big boy, weighing approximately one hundred pounds - twenty pounds over the average. Despite his weight, he's very agile and is well-respected as one of the best schutzhund dogs out there. He's longhaired and his fur tends to be more rough than smooth, and when it tangles it isn't very easy to brush out. Diablo's eyes are dark, dark amber and have a very calculating look to them, as though he's trying to figure out his opponent's every move. Despite his weight, Diablo is rather skinny and all of his weight goes in his muscle. He's only slightly taller than other German Shepherds. Diablo's fur is a velvetly black sheen with occasional brown highlights - a striking and unusual color.
- - { Personality } - -
Diablo is a hard worker, but he's very... detached. He doesn't like to play with other dogs and if he's not working, he's asleep. He's obedient, but you can tell by looking in his eyes that he's just not completely there. It's been forever since Diablo has wagged his tail but he's a good, focused, hard worker and is generally highly sought after because of it. He does what he has to because he has to, nothing more, but he might come around a bit after he adjusts.
- - { History } - -
Diablo was born in Czechslovakia to a wealthy man who bred schutzhund dogs. Diablo was the obvious favorite and was trained extensively - the training proving to be worth every penny. Diablo was several competitions, even going to the nationals, and was also valued as a family pet. Unfortunately, the man had a heart attack and passed away. Diablo and the other dogs were removed from his house and, because they were already excelling in schutzhund, were trained in police work. After a few years of training, Diablo was bought by the Oakland Police Department in hopes that the foreign-trained dog would offer some hope for their city.
- - { Trainer } - -
Imported from Czechslovakia.
- - { Handler } - -
Rebecca Blaize Manosry
- - { Breed } - -
German Shepherd
- - { Other } - -
Nope! :3
- - { ηαмє } - -
"Hey there. I'm Kolby- yes, like the cheese. Momma was creative, no? Anyways, my middle name, Ray, came from my great grandfather, Joseph Ray, who died a year or two before I was born. Heart disease, now that's some bad stuff. And then finally my last name, Veila. My ancestors are from Italy, so I think Veila is Italian for something. I don't know, never got around to checking it out."
- - { αgє } - -
"I'm 20. Yes, I know, I don't look it. But believe it or not, I'll be 21 come Febuary 15."
- - { gєη∂єя } - -
"I'm a guy, thanks."
- - { ρєяѕσηαℓιту } - -
"Hmm, my personality. Well, I think I'm a pretty ok guy. I think I have a pretty decent sense of humor, and its not like I hate everything in the world, so I'd imagine I'm fun to be around. I like to joke around, but its kind of easy to make me mad. I control my temper well though, unlike a lot of people who have the same problem. You'll probably never be able to tell if I am upset or something. I'm kind of a loner in that area. Overall though, I'd say I'm a nice guy. That sounded cocky, did it?"
- - { нιѕтσяу } - -
"Well, I don't think there's much to tell you about my past. I was born in Las Vegas, Nevada. No, my parents weren't drunks or anything like that. It just happened to be the city I was born in is all. We moved to Oakland, California when I was probably around six, because my dad got a job transfer. I got into the police business from finding a flyer that said the department was in need of volunteer trainers when I was fifteen, and have been here ever since."
- - { ∂єѕ¢яιρтιση } - -
"A description? Ok, uh, as you can see, I have dirty blonde hair that's a little on the longish side. I have, eh, I think they'd be navy blue eyes. I'm 6'2, and I'm not sure how much I weigh, sorry to disappoint you. I'm also Caucasian, with a beach tan that I think came from some Native American part of my ancestry."
- - { ℓσνє ℓιƒє } - -
"Not much to tell you in this area of my life either. I haven't yet had a girlfriend- I don't know why, just haven't. Maybe its because I haven't met that one girl yet. I like someone who isn't super serious, but is still smart and rational. I like a fun girl, someone to mess around with. They have to be nice to, because I'm defiantly not going to date a mean girl."
- - { ∂σgѕ } - -
"I have two dogs I'm working with right now. Nikki, an adorable little mutt I picked up from an adoption, and Kid, a playful Rottweiler. Both of them are still in training, though Kid should be finishing up within the year or so- if he can ever get serious and aggressive enough. Nikki, on the other hand, still has a long way to go before she can hit the streets- and I'm not just talking about her age. That dog has some serious focus problems, which, even though shes done so well in training for a mutt like her, makes me wonder if it was such a good idea to adopt her into becoming a police dog..."
- - { яαηк } - -
"I'm a Trainer- Been with the force for around three or so years now. I have the chance and capability of becoming a Handler, but I like training dogs, so I’m staying put for now. Besides, someone has to stay behind and make sure these dogs know what they’re doing. "
- - { σтнєя } - -
No. ^^
- - { Name } - -
Nikki
- - { Age } - -
1 year and 9 months
- - { Gender } - -
Female
- - { Description } - -
Right now, Nikki is still just a little girl. But guessing by her breeding, she will probably grow to be about fifty to sixty pounds and be twenty or so inches to the shoulder. She is a beautiful chocolate brown with black patches all over her body, with stunning dark brown eyes. And she already has the boxy and heavyset look of her Terrier side, but its in mix with her Malinois' slick and slender look.
- - { Personality } - -
Nikki is, just like most puppies, a bundle of energy. Its hard to get her to calm down, and she does have a bit of sass to her spirit. She already has the drive and aggressiveness of what it takes to be a police dog, but its used for other purposes. If something runs, she'll chase it unless shes told not to. But even then you can see the longing in her eyes. She has a short attention span, yet focuses pretty good, but it is frustrating for her trainer, and its taken Kolby long to get past it. If a dog bites or barks at her, she bites and barks back harder and louder. She thinks she's, like, a Great Dane or something, and just doesn't seem to get that she can't win every fight or do anything she wants. She always wants to be the boss, and is always having to be kept in check to make sure she stays in her place.
- - { History } - -
Nikki was bred between one of the Oakland Police Department's Belgian Malinois' and one of their American Staffordshire Terriers as a fluke accident. The puppies ended up being placed for adoption, since the Department figured they wouldn't make good police dogs due to their strange breed combination. Kolby was one of the first to see the pups, and was immediately drawn to Nikki- the most rambunctious of the litter. He was already a Trainer then, and figured since both Nikki's parents were good police dogs, why couldn't Nikki be the same? So, he took her in and started to train her. Turns out the pup makes a pretty ok police dog. Who would've thought a mutt like her could've made it this far?
- - { Trainer } - -
Kolby Ray Veila
- - { Handler } - -
Doesn't have one yet, but Kolby really wants to keep her.
- - { Breed } - -
Belgian Malinois x American Staffordshire Terrier Mix
- - { Other } - -
I win for cutest puppy. ^3^
